Venily was looking out the window across the street and asked, "Mommy, can I hold that bunny?"
Me: "I don't think that's a bunny, Venily." (it's not, just something next to the neighbor's bird feeder out in the snow)
Venily: "Of course that's a bunny, Mommy!"
(a few seconds later)
Venily: "Do we have any carrots that I can give him?"